A Sampling of Short Verse

Shackled!

Breath—impeded.

Motility—a myth.

Tortured by your own worst warden,

Damning!

Cinquain. 2-4-6-8-2 syllable count

It was all a sham

The song never played

The coupling of palms never happened

The eyes refused to meet

She never existed

A palinode is a verse that takes back or retracts something originally said.  This is a variation on that. Here, I'm taking a fictitious memory and in what appears to be several moments of reflection, revealing how the previously remembered is understood to be false.

The impossible is often only improbable,

Improbable lines often connect in secrecy,

Secrecy is the mark of lieutenants and vampires,

Vampires are more afraid of themselves than you are they,

(They) never asked for such appellations

Anadiplosis is a poetic tool where a line begins with the last word of the previous line. Variations are possible as well, (i.e. ending with an emotion, and beginning with same emotion etc..).  Here I used it to create a short verse, where the tool itself is the feature.  

Today, heaven lost friends,

Friends, lost heaven today

Love, through ascension; Shrapnel was removed

Removed, was shrapnel; ascension through love

Antimetabole is a poetic tool where a line is the reversal of the previous line.  Here, I simply used two of these, combining the four lines into a short verse of it's own.

Vague stories, imbuing impossible metamorphoses

I, alone, transcended eternity’s illumination?

Rhopalic Verse is a tool where each word of a line adds a syllable to the word before.  1-2-3-4-5 is the climbing sequence for each of these lines. Combined together, these two lines create a very short poem.

Head on over to D'verse, where for this week's Poetics, I'm hosting an evening of short verse.  The doors open at 3pm.  See you there.

Caustic Effect

I am Incubus; I am eternal

Your depletion is my revival

A king with no idols

I am Incubus; I am eternal

I am Phoenix; I live to die this night

Through death I survive

A flame without fire

I am Phoenix; I die to live once more

Obscurious

Outsource your diatribe

For thirty cents an hour

Alleviate your condition(s)

With extended well-sprung

Pantomimic shows of her

Gratify your suspect

Coin-dance lair of tricky

Coddle the park bench

As the soft hands lay with me

Pour the milky function

Straight from it’s tap,

A bovine beauty known

Colloquially as “nominal bessy-jane”

Driven to succeed, despite your every attempt to fault your wrist—

Backgammon supersets of clustered polarity and inner-thought

Conformity, are but symptoms

Of a mantra…much larger than anything built by hand

Easy solvency

The easy out

Forget what it is, of which people talk about

Forge a path, all your own, from individualized stylistics and obsessive push

And if so, if be it strikes the kindling right

Your spark will be belittled from all those

Irreverent sheepling eyes—copy, ape

Polecat thief…(but) won’t make a difference, as to what those carbons think…cause when you strip away the dye and tasty tinge from flavored milk…its still milk….it still comes from cows…unless it doesn’t…

Strap the vine

Squeezing ink

Into cup…

Drink.  Drink. Slurp, sip…(and) there’s a

Little bit of red still lingering upon the right portion of the smile’s curve

“That’s ok, will taste better when the purity’s been earned”  and I think (outloud) “?”

Toss the leopard in her cage

Dig up the scaffolding beneath well-behaved cadavers sleeping, in suits, in suits so many could use to make a first impression, much more civic, much more human.  BURY THE DEAD AS THEY CAME TO BE,  Let the cloth alone, let it the F(#@ alone

…and the fragments of neuroses simmered.. still

I could feel the asthmatic truncated air.  Stale. Dimmed (and)…

Forcibly (entering

Calm)

“Boy I sure could need the calm of rest” some voice inside me dressed the space with, that middling, meddlesome, bead (lets) of sweet, sweet, sweat and decaying decanters of decadence…

Before the next elixir in geltab coats arrives to play,,,

Steering wheel

Abracadabra

Drive me

Drive creation forward

In some whacked out expletively laden flash-bomb emotive carcinogenic shell of amnesiatic afterthought in-glow

Hop open the trove unearthed… Bless the tomorrow UNREHEARSED

…and the ground, or floor, or whatever polity that you dear term— where soles lay to rest, when not under the weight of homosapienated duress— started feeling awfully tedious from the too, too frequent tapping, of toes…nervous, nervous, little toes.

In the kitchen nook…

Piggy-back pork-cut loins, lathered in balsamic vinegar, afloat in boiling 450 degrees or some temperature unbecoming to the flesh of swine.  Hunger pains, far too great…(starting to bawl) outloud.  The Carrots, co-companions of this soon-to-be-eaten, danced in an orange glaze, as would be done, by any number of underqualified synchronized swimmers, caught in some sort, of Halloween Fete-like celebratory soiree, where showing off is mandated…so I guess a dip in the lake of water dyed pumpkin, or vice versa (matters naught) would have had to do.

…and then, the pill’s orgasm clicked, as personified by that first warm sweat originating from the just under hairline mark and the ocular tendency of flashing those pearly blood-shot whites, unbroken yet.  But soon, very soon…the tributaries will expand/expunge…the light—slowly stretching light from distinction, slowly providing an opinion on their irritation’s cure…Sleep…well deserved.

I outsourced my diatribe

To some other me

My condition has not alleviated

But at present, I don’t care

For I feel nothing.

…doo doo doo deedle dee doo doo do.

The Letter Q

It’s another linguistically infused crack of dawn

Where dream’s interrupted by the presence of word

Questions looming, high to

         That portion of the brain

         Where simply thought suffices urge

 Are there any words that end in Q?

With a quick bit of research, I came to find:

DEFINED AS SUCH:

Suq, (var. souk) pronounced shook or sook, variant by the tongue, is a noun, a word to describe an open-air place of trade, as one could expect to see, in certain Muslim oriented tracts of land.

Talaq, is another word, derived from the Muslim speech, where it describes a method for divorce, according to Islamic Law

Tranq, is a shortened form for tranquilizer

Tsaddig/tzaddiq- a Hebrew term for a spiritual leader

Umiaq, is a boat made of stretched animal skins as such created by the Inuit people.

Then, to take this question a bit deeper, one would find there are names of people and places to which concludes the nouns. They are:

As seen in Inupiaq, a group of Eskimos, and the term for the language that they use

Or in Mi’kmaq, a variation of Micmac, a group of Native Americans that live, primarily in the provinces of Canada

And then Zia ul-Haq, a famous, sort of, Pakistani president, who was in power from 1978 to 1988

Last but not least, if we dig a little more, uncover some Abbreviations we will find.

Such as:

UNQ, the shorthand form for Unnilquadium, a word of Chemistry and/or Physics, to indicate the provisional name, given to the transuranic element using Atomic # 104.

GHQ or General Headquarters

GQ, or Gentleman’s Quarterly, an American Men’s magazine

And then, finally, we will see, CQ, which are the letters that do appear, at the start of radio broadcasts that are intended for all receivers to hear.

And so the brain was momentarily satisfied, and, allowed I was then, to close my eyes, and dream of lingual thoughts, which some may claim to be, in such a place, the voice of the unconsciousness, elicited through the somewhat coy sounds of clouds-at-hand.

A Few Love Shorts

Thought I'd just freely play around with short poems regarding love today, well actually yesterday when I wrote it-lol  

Love is an invasion

A hewing of your hedge

An overthrow

Of deep seated philosophies

And policies to govern

Love is an invasion

Where the predator

Draws you close

By their voice

And their intonations

All the while,

Altering terrain

Love

Can only be

Explained

By those possessed by

Love

Can only be

Understood

By those it’s made cry

Here, before me now

The prettiest of angels

Enshrouding under wing

And in her, the softest tufts

Make me, never want to leave

To think, of the distance you’ve travelled

All for me

A journey like none other

A romance, penned by heart

And I swell

Just positing

My every emotion

Enrapt

As in each thought

I can think to make

A piece, is always

Forever attached to you